The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1887-05-09

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down all the time into the valley of shadow.
This emigration from time into eternity
is so vast an enterprise that we can not un-
derstand it, Every hour we hear the clang
of the sepulchral gate. The sod must be
broken. The ground must be plowed for
peopled The dust must press our eylids.
ut is appointed unto all men once to die"
This emigration from time into eternity
keeps three-fourths of the families of the
earth in deSolation. The air is rent with
farewells, and the hlack-tasseled vehicles of
death rumble through every street.
The body of the child that was folded so
closely to the mothers heart is put away in
the cold and the darkness. The laughter
freezes to the girls lip and the rose scatters,
The boy in the harvest field of Shunam says:
"My head! my headl" and they carry him
home to die on the lap of his mother
Widowhood stands with tragedies of woe
struck into the pallor of the cheek. Orphan
age cries in vain for father and mother
Oh, the grave is cruel With teeth of stone
it clutches for its prey. Between the clos
ing gates of the sepulchre our hearts are
mangled and crushed. Is there any earthly
solace. None. We come to the obsequies,
we sit with the grief-stricken, we talk pa
thetically to their SOUL but soon the obse-
quies have passed, the carriages have left us
at the door, the friends who stayed for a
few days are gone, and the heart sits in
desolation listening for the little feet that
will never again patter through the hall, or
looking for the entrance of those who will
never come again--sighing into the dark
ness--ever and anon coming across some
book or garment, or little shoe or picture,
that arouses former association, almost kill
ing the heart.
Long days and nights of suffering that
wear out the spirit, and expunge the bright
lines of life, and give haggardness TO the
face and draw the flesh tight down over the
cheek-bone, and draw dark lines under the
sunken eye, and the hand is tremulous, and
the voice is husky and uncertain and the
grief is wearing, grinding, accommodating,
eXhausting
Now, what are such to dos Are they
merely to look up into a brazen and unpity-
ing heavenl Are they to walk a blasted
heath unfed of stream, unSheltered by over
reaching tree9 Has God turned us out on
the barren common to diel Oh, no! no. no!
He has not. He comes with sympathy and
kindness and love. He understands all our
grief He sees the height, and the depth,
and the length, and the breadth of it. He is
the only one that can fully sympathize. Go
and tell Jesus. Sometimes when we have
trouble we go to our friends and we explain
it, and they try to sympathize; but they do
not understand it, They cannot understand
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it, He not only counts the tears and
records the groans, but before the tears
started, before the groans began, Christ saw
the inmost hiding place of your sorrows;
and He takes it, and He weighs it, and He
measures it, and He pities it with an allah
sorbing pity Bone of our bone. Flesh of
our flesh. Heart of our heart. Sorrow OF
our sorrow.
As long as He remembers Lazarus grave
He will stand by you in the cemetery. As
long as He remembers His own heart-break,
He will stand by you in the laceration of
your affections When He forgets the foot
sore way, the sleepless nights the weary
body, the exhausted mind, the awful cross,
the solemn grave, then he will forget you,
but not until then.
Often when we were in trouble we sent
for our friends; but they were far away
they could not get to us We wrote to them:
Come right away" or telegraphed: Take
the next train They came at last, yet
were great while in coming, or perhaps
were too late. But Christ is always near
before you, behind you, within you. No
mother ever threw her arms around her
child with such warmth and ecstasy of affec-
tion as Christ has shown toward you. Close
OF hand-nearer than the staff upon which
YOU lean, nearer than the cup you put to
your lip, nearer than the handkerchief with
which you wipe away your tears preach
him an ever-present all-sympathizing, COM
passionate Jesus. How can you stay away
one moment from Him with your griefs!
Go now Go and tell Jesus.
IL Is often that our friends have no power
to relieve us. They would very much like
to do it; but they cannot disentangle our
finances, they cannot cure our sickness and
raise our dead but glory be to God that He
to whom the disciples went has all power in
heaven and on earth, and at our call he will
balk our calamities, and, at just the right
time, in the presence of an applauding
earth and resounding heaven will raise
our dend. He will do it. He is mightier
than Herod He Is swifter than the storm.
He Is grander than the sea. He is vaster
than eternity. And every sword Of Gods
omnipotence will leap from its scabbard
and all the resources of infinity be exhausted,
rather than that Gods child shall not be de-
ivered when he cries to Him for rescue.
Suppose your child was in trouble: how
much would you endure to get him out'
You would go through any hardship You
would say: II don't care what it viii cost;
must get him out of that trouble"
Do you think God is not so good father
as YOUR Seeing you are in trouble, and
having all power will He not stretch out
His arm and deliver you' He will. He is
mighty TO save. He can level the mountain
and divide the sea, and can extinguish the
flrP ana save Jne SOUL. NOb tiilH VI eye, uOb
weak OF arm, not feeble of resources, but
with all eternity and the universe at His
feet. Go and tell Jesus win your We
whose cheeks are wet with the night dew of
the grave We who cannot look up; ye whose
hearts are dried with the breath OF a sirocco,
in the name of the religion of Jesus Christ,
which lifts every burden and wipes away
every tear, and delivers every captive, and
hghtens every darkness, implore you now,
go and tell Jesus.
A little child went with her father, sea
Captain, 10 sea, and when the first storm
came the little child was very much fright
ened. and in the night rushed out Of the
cabin and said: "Where is father where
Is father" Then they told her: FEATHER is
on deck guiding the vessel and watching the
storm.n The little child Immediately re-
turned 10 her berth and said: "It's all right,
for fathers on deck Oh, ye who are tossed
and driven in this world, up by the noun
taing and down by the valleys, and at your
wits end, Iwant you 10 know the Lord God
Is guiding the ship. Your Father Is on
deck. He will bring you through the dark
ness into the harbor. Trust in the Lord.
Go and tell Jesus. Let me say that II you
do not you will have no comfort here, and
Won will forever BE- an Outcast and wan
dcrer Your death viii be a sorrow. Your
eternity will be a disaster.
But If you go 10 Him for pardon and
sympathy, all Is well. Everything will
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